7Knowing Makes All the Difference is a story where Anna knows and understands everything after having a dream. But it doesn't end there. Life goes on as usual for Anna, mostly.
Anna ran from her room, and knocked loudly on her older sister's door. If Kai or Gerda had a room on that floor, Anna would have been sent back to bed. But, thankfully they hadn't. It was urgent; tonight, she would persuade Elsa to come out and be her friend and sister again. It just to work, because she now knew why Elsa shut her out.
"Elsa! Wake up!"
An alarmed Elsa quickly opened her eyes.
"Wake up! Wake up!"
She sat up, rubbing her eyes.
"Elsa, I know why you're shutting me out," Anna told her. "I had a dream about it; I saw everything."
'Anna, what are you–?' Elsa raised a brow.
"I understand everything now! I saw it all!"
Huh?! Elsa thought.
Anna stood outside Elsa's door, and waited. She could sense Elsa was awake. The dream...something or someone wanted her to know. Magical occurrences are caused by something or someone, and the only magical being who knew about it was Pabbie, unless the other trolls had magic. But Pabbie wouldn't cause this; he altered her memory to keep her from knowing. If the others were magical, why would they do this? And if it were something instead of someone, why did it specifically choose the incidents that happened when Anna was unconscious?
"Please come out!"
Elsa's eyes became watery.
"Please! You don't have to afraid. I'm not afraid," Anna continued.
Elsa thought for a moment. Should she come out? Would reconciling with her be the best choice? What if just touching her could do harm? Elsa didn't want to hurt her, and if just touching her would cause damage, she wasn't willing. She wouldn't take a chance.
"Anna," she whispered. "I can't."
"Why not? You won't hurt me."
"Anna, no! I will hurt you. I don't want to take any risks."
"But...but then your gloves would have the same effect, which they don't," replied Anna.
"Please, Anna! I'm just trying to protect you."
"Elsa!" Anna whined. "You had control when we were little, and you weren't afraid."
Elsa hesitated. "I almost cost you your life because I wasn't, and with it I learned how dangerous I am."
"There's beauty in your magic," Anna told her, recalling Pabbie's words in the dream. "And you're not a monster. True monsters don't have beauty."
Elsa looked down, shut her eyes, and sighed. She didn't know what to do. Anna had a point, but she just couldn't risk hurting her.
"Anna!" a faint voice echoed: Gerda. "Anna, is that you? It's midnight, what are you doing up?"
"Elsa?" Anna whispered, before being led off back into her own room.